Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

While she was still reeling from the shock, I took hold of her and, with a foolish smirk, suggested we play a game together. With just the two of us there, Fenelle remained somewhat hesitant and modest. She turned me down, insisting that we wait for Sam’s return before resuming our activities, and demanded that I get out. I had no intention of backing down. Driven to the brink by suppressed lust, I abandoned my facade of innocence. I pinned her to the bed and attempted to take what I wanted. When she fought back, I resorted to blackmail, threatening to reveal everything that had happened during our previous "games".

He took control instantly but we made our way to the bedroom where Nadia was. “Fuck, Chelsea,” he rasped against my lips, his voice was deep and thick with years of restraint. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many nights I've jerked off about you. My little step- sister, legs spread wide open begging for me. I tried to fight it. God I tried but not anymore. His confession lit a fire within me. I felt like fucking Felicia in beauty in black. Oh boy, you just unleashed something deep in me. I moaned into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his hard cock underneath his jeans, my soaked panties climbing to my swollen folds.

She walked toward the bed, trailing a manicured finger along the duvet. “Oh, don't be so dramatic, Vito. I’m tired, the rain is depressing, and this looks like the most comfortable spot in the house. I think I’ll sleep here tonight." Vito’s jaw tightened until it ached. He knew exactly what she was doing. She was using the memory of their sex together, the and the pregnancy, to blackmail him in real-time. Every look she gave him, every lingering touch on his furniture, was a threat: Accept my presence, or I tell her everything.

The anger he had been keeping suppressed burned in him as she continued stomping on his pride, but he felt powerless to retort because he had indeed done plenty of horrible things. When she saw that he was not arguing back, Myka smiled even more smugly. “You don’t even pick your women. You could even sleep with them no matter how old they are!” “Myka, what do you want me to do that will make you shut up?!” “Blackmail me, then. Continue blackmailing me using those videos and photos. I’ll shut up once I see them. Isn’t that the thing you’re best at? Blackmailing me?”

I don't know why I've turned into this emotionless soul, I just can't get over how a human could get inside my flat without me--a shifter--knowing, and was able to freak me out and scare me like he did. I've dealt with the threats and blackmails from other Doms, but this was one step too far. Making somebody come to my home for force me into changing my Dom. It's quite frightening. What am I supposed to do? Which way am I supposed to turn? I feel so lost, and out of control. I'm all alone. "Someone, help me." I whisper, as I curl the duvet around me tighter. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore!"

“You realize, I’ll find out soon enough. It would be better on you if you simply told me what I want to know now. I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’m not a patient man. Particularly when those under my command defy me.” “I’m not under your command,” she blurted before she could think better of it. “The moment you stepped onto my land, you came under my command. My son’s promise put you solidly under my care and protection. My promise to my son solidified that. You will obey me.” She raised her chin, staring directly into those piercing green eyes. “I survived at Duncan Cameron’s hands. I’ll survive at yours. You can’t make me tell you anything. Beat me if you must, but I will not tell you w

I had a lot of options to choose from when looking for something new to wear because I was going into town, and I needed to find something to wear. While I was undergoing this transformation, the thoughts that kept running through my head were of the various ways that I could use them to blackmail the alpha king. I was unable to shake the idea from my mind. My plan was to use sex as a form of psychological blackmail to get him to do whatever it was that I wanted him to do, and I was going to do this by intimidating him with sex.

“He didn’t. He got so angry it made his blood curdle, but he’s better now. So am I. See? Dominic’s plan to get Collin didn’t work at all and yours worked perfectly.” “Thanks,” Helen said. “But I didn’t even know what the problem was.” “Well, what difference does it make? Everything worked out in the end.” “In that case, can you tell me what blackmail you had on Dominic that got him working for you?” “Oh, it was nothing. Really. It was absolutely nothing,” she said, dismissing it with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand. Helen narrowed her eyes. “I’d like to know.”

“Let me hear you. Let our parents hear you if you can’t control yourself. I don’t give a fuck.” Her pussy clenched hard around him, the filthy threat pushing her closer to the edge. Dom thrust faster, his free hand stroking his second cock, rubbing the head against her clit as he fucked her deep with the first. Bella was shaking, tears streaking her face from the intensity. Her moans broke into desperate gasps. “Dom… I’m—I’m gonna” “Cum,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Cum on my cock while your mom sits ten feet away. Cum knowing soon I’ll split you open with both.”

I stood over him, looking down at his body—his chest heaving, his cock still hard and desperate. "You want to be inside me again," I said. It wasn't a question. "Yes," he gasped. "Beg me for it. Tell me what you want." "Please, Sophia. Please let me fuck you. I need to be inside you. I need to feel your pussy around my cock. Please—" "How many women have you done this to?" I asked. "How many women have you blackmailed? How many videos do you have?"